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I guess everybody who has a stomach would know this feeling of being woken up in the middle of the night with a queasy stomach-with loud growling noises coming from within,clouds rumbling inside your gut,heartburn,nausea.That is one of the worst moments any mortal in normal circumstances leading a normal life can face.Speaking about stomach its such a vital part of your existence that you cannot tolerate its emptiness and cannot tolerate its overfill.I thought about this last night after overeating at the Dosa Corner – samosa,masala vada, dosa and mango lassi is a sacful given the stomach is a small bag.And then waking at 3 AM with stomach cramps.That is the evidence of my love for South Indian food, not love I would say, greed!!But thank the Almighty for pudin hara.If the belly is happy and stable, the world goes round on its axis, else its turned upside down.Acceptance for spouse, love for kids , ambition, purpose-everything is at its place if the stomach is healthy.But there is one…

Our faiths were miles apart but our houses shared walls. Our little residential colony –housing provided by the Indian Institute of Technology, India, my dad’s employer—was a potpourri of prominent religions of the world. Our Muslim family was flanked on the left by a Hindu Brahmin family and on the right by a Christian family. We shared the fruits of the mango tree that stretched its limbs from the Christian courtyard into ours and also the pomegranates from the Hindu tree that bore copious fruit in the few branches on our side.
There was a schism in our religious beliefs: we did not believe in idol worship but left neighbors did, we believed Christ was a prophet of God while right neighbors celebrated him as the son of God. Our foods and cultures were disparate: the left Hindus were strict vegetarians, we ate halal meat sans pork and the right Christians ate all meat. Despite the differences, we were all one close-knit extended family.
We, the kids, a common pool shared by all Aun…